Perfect Appointment.

God is in control. I reminded myself of that yesterday. He reminded me of that today. I went to my appointment expecting the worst. But, what I got was the best news ever. Baby Marsh is growing perfectly. He/She is measuring 8 weeks and 2 days. That sweet baby's heart rate was 176 and he/she is already developing arm and leg buds. It was the sweetest sight I've seen in some time. A very welcomed sight indeed. My blood pressure was a perfect 120/80. How that happened I'll never know - I was nervous as could be. They drew labs and gave me the whole pregnancy run through. It was a great appointment. Dr S. wasn't sure what the brown spotting was from - they couldn't see anything in the ultrasound at all. She wasn't too concerned at this point. She said it could be a number of things - most of which were minor. I didn't spot all day today but just before typing this (and bedtime) I had a small amount again. I'll continue to pray that it's insignificant and doesn't affect the sweet baby that's growing inside. I'm taking it easy (no lifting, no hanky panky, no heavy chores) until it stops. Other than that - all is well. Dr S. said, "Everything looks perfect! Congrats!" She was very pleased with today - just like I was.
I'm relieved and excited. But, I'm still refraining from too much excitement. My next appointment is June 2 and that will be my 12 week visit. I'll be able to breathe a HUGE sigh of relief after this first trimester is over and done with. That's when the real party starts. I'm praying every day that God reminds me that He is in control. That He is always by my side and He never leaves me.

After seeing Dr. S. I was on cloud nine. Mom had Sarah Kate for the day so I took advantage of it. I ran and got a quick haircut (Great Clips...cheap and it does the job) and then on to see the dentist about a toothache that has been killing me for a week. Ended up I have to get one tooth pulled and three cavities filled. That's what I get for not going to the dentist for FIVE years! Yes, you read that right. I know, horrible! I promise that's never happened to me before. I wore braces, I was a annual dentist kind of patient. Then I fell of the wagon. NEVER will happen again. My dentist is going to consult with Dr S. about his treatment plan. I'd say not much more (than the cleaning/consult that I had today) will happen until after the first trimester. We'll see.

Today was jam packed with telling and exciting news. I'm anxious already for the 4 weeks ahead to fly by so that I can hear that sweet heartbeat. So that I can know again and get affirmation that he/she is still thriving. Until then, I'll keep praying. Keep hoping. Keep dreaming.